jeez, a couple hours ago, when i couldn't, i was anxious to post stuff-- i don't know exactly what i wanted to post, but i was anxious to.  blogger's been back up for hours, and i'm barely able to scrounge-up a post before midnight. 

i wish everything was different...  i don't know how, exactly.  just not like this.  some days suck, and some days suck a little less.  i'll be up til there's a light. 

i wish mays would put up another voice blog-- right about now i could use the soothing sound of gentle sanity. 

it's the old 'old-posts-within-a-new-post' trick...

doesn't the post office pick-up on Saturday anymore?  (i sound old). 

i filled-out some cobra paperwork for the ex-employer, put it in an oversize envelope along with a pithy tome, and set it out for usps retrieval.  i just left the house to get a grinder (aka a sub, elsewhere), and there was my important mailpiece.  i grabbed it, stuffed it in my shirt (i was traveling via bicycle) and set off to find a mailbox which i found right outside the pizza place, and which i walked by, not once or twice, but three times without it occuring to me once that i need to take the envelope out from inside my shirt and place it in the mailbox.  perhaps the supreme being is trying to tell me not to send it. 

i didn't know she had jurisdiction over the post office, though.